Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 77

"Charlotte is pregnant, you two love each other, what am I in the middle of you two?” Joyce stared at

Luther incredulously, "You're not in a hurry? Even if I can wait, can she wait?"

She's right.

He had decided to be responsible for Charlotte.

Also he had made up his mind to get a divorce.

But, he did not expect what happened today.

Apparently annoyed, Luther opened the mineral water bottle in his hand with such a great force that the

water spilled out a lot, staining his expensive suit.

"Damn."

He let out a low curse.

Joyce saw this and pulled a few napkins to help him wipe up.

She felt his solid chest, firm belly, long and slender legs.

She looked down and wiped carefully, completely unaware of the changes in his eyes. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

In the darkness a small fire was lit up.

Luther really couldn't understand her.

She said she wanted a divorce, but even if she did not do it intentionally, she kept using her soft and

hands to ignite fires in his body.

He really didn’t know whether she was just too naive or she was too good at pretending.

"That's enough.’ He bellowed, stopping her from continuing to light the fire, fearing he would lose

control in front of her.

For years, he had been able to restrain himself well, but she had repeatedly challenged his bottom line.

It put him on the verge of going off the rails from time to time.

"Oh."

Joyce was chagrined.

She should not have rushed to help as always.

Perhaps it was the experience of growing up in an orphanage, where she got help from so many

people.

And she had always wanted to help as much as she could.

So, she always took the initiative to help others.

To ease the embarrassment.

As if she thought of something, she hurriedly took out the prize envelope that was just awarded to her.

She opened the large red envelope and took out the check inside.

"Wow, there's actually 500,000!"

Joyce's beautiful eyes emerged with a starry glow, and a purely beautiful smile bloomed on her lips.

Luther looked at her with amusement.

A mere half a million makes her happy like this, she really loves money.

He just had to admit, her smile was so beautiful at this moment.

Pristine, innocent, pure, unworldly, it was reminiscent of the flowers on the alpine snowfields, clear and

proud.

"Here you go: Luther didn't expect Joyce to hand him the check.

He looked at her and did not know what she meant.

"Pay you back. Still owing you 300,000."

Joyce narrowed her beautiful eyes and stuffed the check into his arms, "Since we're not going to the

Civil Affairs Bureau, we'll go back to the group.

It's a week, and I still have a lot of work to finish: Luther had actually forgotten about the 800,000.

He thought that she agreed to come to the award ceremony because she loved money.

He didn't realize that she was, in fact, trying to use the prize money she nearly took her life for to pay

him back.

He held her bonus check in his hand and suddenly felt heavy.

He was never short of money, and 800,000 was a pittance to him.

At the moment.

He did not know what to say.

It looked awkward not to take the money.

But he would just feel a surge of pain and sadness in his heart when he thought about taking it.

With so much going on, she still thought about work, Looking at her serious look, strange and

complicated emotions filled the heart.

He could not understand what they actually were.

Annoyed, he threw the check on the center console, stepped on the gas and drove toward the group

headquarters.